On Point “I didn’t do it,” she said, as she pointed at someone else’s parent’s parents. “I didn’t do it, “he said, “and I have NEVER used that word.” “We didn’t do it,” they loudly declared, as they counted out the coins to pay the lady who was busy raising their children. “I didn’t do it,” she said as she gestured towards her black boyfriend who she had decided to name ‘Justice’ because [...]
This will be my second attempt: i had this idea for a stream of consciousness kind of Spoken Word vibe but written down with no edits and so what i am going to do in a moment is ask Facebook for a word to get me started – i will pick the seventh word suggested, whatever it is, and then come back here, write down that word as the heading and then flow a written [...]
i had this idea for a stream of consciousness kind of Spoken Word vibe but written down with no edits and so what i am going to do in a moment is ask Facebook for a word to get me started - i will pick the third word suggested, whatever it is, and then come back here, write down that word as the heading and then flow a written piece with whatever comes into my [...]
robbed gone but not forgotten. but gone. too soon. not that any other time would have felt any more right but this one definitely felt every bit of wrong i miss you, friend not forgotten! [For other of my shorter Micropoem types, click here]
i stumbled upon a piece of a blog called Literary Lion, [who i believe to be Laura Gabrielle Feasey who you can find on the Twitterer as @laurafeasey], in which there lay a challenge to write a 400 word or less piece titled 'Edge' and in the absence of regular Tandem Blog posting, i decided to take up that challenge and so here is mine, i hope you will enjoy, or something: EDGE David woke [...]
the nature of it stunning sunset casting its fading light across the valley trees gently shaking their arms in the breeze farmyard animals searching for the perfect harmony from cacophony as they raise their gravelled voices as one flies buzzing creepies crawling tiny birds picking at their nests the beauty of nature [as long as it keeps its distance] [For other poems i have written this year, click here]
Turning the Tide one white hand calling to another to tear itself away from the clenched fist it has become accustomed to to step away and towards the sea of black faces looking on exhibiting so much welcoming grace forgiveness patience but at the edges one can start to see the restlessness is beginning to show [For other poetry i have written this year, click here]
their pain no words just empty-feeling niceties exchanged after the service has ended and possibly a small plate of scones. [for more Micropoems, click here]
all human we are all fools all believe something which if we were suddenly pressed we would deny quickly or slowly slink away we are all heretics holding onto one secret thought which would make us outcasts we all wish for one thing with all our hearts which, if it came true would leave us wishing for something better we all forgive as little as possible and only if we think we'll get something in [...]
Heidi Segal selects the poem 'Father William' by Lewis Carroll and invites Erik [with a K] to give it his best: https://youtu.be/jPVGAADuO8s Did that deeply move you in places you didn't even know you had places? What poem would you entrust Erik [with a K] with if you were given the opportunity? [For more of the classics read by Erik [with a K] in his special way, click here]